Dahlia leans toward the mirror in the women's rest room, double checking the mascara she's hastily applied.  She sighs, figuring she's done what she can, and turns to see Valdis blocking the doorway out.  The frilly, ribbony dress she's wearing fits her well, though seeing her in that sort of clothing is a bit odd.  Dahlia looks around, seeing the two are alone, and takes a few steps back.  "Can ye move, please?  Or do ye think it ye duhty te blohck me from life itself?"

Valdis steps forward, and Dahlia takes another back.  "Stop doing this."

Dahlia: "Stop wah?  Doin' da same thin' you do everytime ya in da same place as 'em?  Look, I get how ya feel, and it ain't pleahsent to admit, but 'e doesn't see ya dat way n' ya know it.  So why do ya keep at it?"

Valdis pauses, and toys with some of the ribbons on her dress and frowns.  "...He bought me this, taught me to dance, and is kind to me.  I want to help make him feel the same way..."

Dahlia: "Ya, ya, we all know he bought it - you wear it everytime ya know you'll be somewhere wit em'.  Do ya even wash it? Afraid it'll lose his smehll o' sometin?  Ya doin' dis isn't just hurtin' me ya know - you're mahkin' dis 'ard for 'im too, and dat just makes ya miserable yaself don it?  So...just quit this.  It's best fo' all three o' us."

She tries to march forward and past Valdis, but the tall blond girl clamps a hand on Dahlia's shoulder as she walks by.  "I-"  Dahlia jerks violently and tries to shake the grip, which causes Valdis to just grab her by the arm instead.  Dahlia yells as she thrashes and kicks at Valdis. "LET GO, YA SCALEY BITCH!  'E'S NOT TROPHY IN YA HOARD DAT YOU CAN SIT ON AN' KEEP TA 'ERSELF!"

Valdis gets kicked a few times before she manages to grab Dahlia by the leg and flip her onto the ground - ripping the blue haired girl's dress in the process.  She grabs Dahlia and lifts her back up, keeping a hand on the smaller girl's shoulder again. "I won't stop; I don't want to be alone anymore."

"An' ya think I want to be!?" she continues to thrash around, but can't break free. "Fuck dis - ya think ya the only one wit' no family ta go back to?  Or do da fact yours actuahlly gave a damn about ya but died counts more dan-?" A pained look crosses Valdis's placid face for a second before turning to anger.  She grabs Dahlia by the back of the head and slams her face first into the wall.  Dahlia crumples to the floor, unconscious.  Valdis takes several deep breaths, looking down at her with that angered expression - and then she suddenly gasps and looks completely shocked.  She bends down and tries to shake Dahlia awake, but doesn't have any luck with it, so picks her up and starts to walk out of the rest room with her.  "...Sorry.  That hurt, so I had to hurt back...why wouldn't you stop?"  She looks truly remorseful, but the blue haired girl is certainly not awake to hear or see it.